February 14, 2013

Thursday - Sunny and warmish

An sucky horrid day today.

I got up on time this morning, and decided to fill up the kerosene heater’s tank right away. It was really low last night and I was planning a busy day for myself.  I took the tank to the other room to fill it up, only…there was a slight problem.  No kerosene.  I realised that the full tanks were still in F’s car.  I sent him a text message, and then he called me back.  We decided that if he could he’d come back at lunchtime and I’d use the air conditioner’s heater if I got cold.

Fortunately, there was enough kerosene to run the heater until 12:10 and F arrived just a few minutes later with fuel, so I was fine. Not cold at all.

When he came home, I was in the middle of prep of soup for dinner.  Yesterday I’d decided to make veggie soup for our dinner.  I’d been prepping for an hour, so I was tired from standing.  He kept going around me and getting in my way while he threw together his lunch.  I told him I’d leave the kitchen and let him get on with what he was doing and he stormed out.  

I spent the rest of the day in quite shocked disbelief. I scanned some cards that I received and that I was about to send, and finished my soup of course.  I let it brew away in my slow cooker.  

F came home after 7 and didn’t talk to me, he just turned on the bath, went into his “room” and came out in his pyjamas and went to bed.  What the heck? I asked him if he’d like dinner.  He said no.  I told him I needed to go to my school and he did drive me over there, but wasn’t talking at all to me.

Back at home I asked him again if he’d like dinner and was told no.  So, when he went back to bed, I had some of my lovely soup.  It was really good.  He took his bath, and before he went back to bed pointed to a box on the table and told me it was for me.  I gave him his chocolates and wished him a very sarcastic Happy Valentine’s day. 

I opened the box. It was a cake.  I stuck it in the fridge.  It’s not the kind of thing that I want to eat alone.  I was tempted to toss it, but didn’t.  

I watched The Good Wife and enjoyed it as usual.  One of the guests today was Matthew Perry, my favourite Friend, and he was good at being bad!  I did a bit of sewing on my cushion’s cover.  

That’s about it. I could talk about the things I watched, but they weren’t important.  This was definitely one of the bad Valentine’s days.  Ours are never that great anyway, but this was epically bad. Got to go.  Night.